Ria: I don't own Yugioh or any mythical creatures that happen to appear in this fic… thank you.
Ria: This is AU and takes place in a magical land, whose two kingdoms are currently at war, basic good versus evil. What will happen if the two rulers end up meeting and fall for each other with one not realizing the other's status? Will peace settle, or will chaos rule the land? Yaoi. YY/YB. Oh yes, if anyone would like a copy of the list of magical creatures I'm going to use with basic descriptions of them, review and give me your email address.
… time/scene change
Division of sides (major characters):
Good
Yami
Yugi
Jonounchi
Honda
Malik
Evil
Bakura
Ryou
Seto
Duke
Marik
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Yami stirred and vaguely realized that he wasn't home in the castle. Reaching to rub his head where it was hurting, he frowned when his arms didn't or couldn't move from their outstretched position above his head. Cracking open his eyes, Yami looked at his surroundings and realized he was in a dank cell.
"Where am I?" he moaned, wishing he had ice or something for his head.
"You're in the dungeons of Balorn. Master Bakura will be glad to know that you're awake," a voice sneered, and Yami stiffened when he recognized the unmistakable scent of a Minotaur.
"What do you want from me?" Yami demanded.
"That's for you to find out when Master Bakura arrives. I'll warn you now, unless you want to be in severe pain after the interrogation, you better answer all of Bakura's questions. He is known to be a very cruel person," the Minotaur snorted as he strode off.
The Minotaur made his way to the throne room, where he could hear what sounded like a celebration was taking place. Entering, he noticed Bakura sitting on his throne and Ryou sitting at his feet, both watching dancers. Once the dancers ended, the Minotaur walked to the steps that led to the throne and bowed.
"What is it Minias?" Bakura asked idly.
"Master, the prisoner has awoken," Minias answered, not looking up from his bow, for that meant instant death.
"He has?" Bakura looked shocked. "Seto, you didn't hit him on the head hard enough. I was expecting him to wake tomorrow," he joked.
Seto let out a low laugh. "My apologies my lord, I'll try better next time!" he called to raucous laughter.
"Well then, I better go see to the prisoner," Bakura sighed dramatically and then grinned, "But I trust you to carry on this party without me." As Bakura left the room, he heard cheers from his men, agreeing with his last statement.
"Bakura, where are you headed?" Baralkin asked, falling into step with his master.
"Apparently our little captive is awake. I'm going to go question him," Bakura answered. Baralkin nodded and the two headed down the stairs into the dungeons, where Baralkin halted at the entrance, since the halls would become too narrow for him to turn around in.
Yami heard the footsteps approach and remembered that he should play dumb and not let on that he was the ruler of Trina. Looking up as the door swung open, Yami blinked in surprise at the ruler of Balorn's very handsome appearance. The leader had long spiky white hair that fell to just past his shoulder blades, with super spiky bangs that framed harsh russet brown eyes that seemed to gaze right through him, and more pale of skin. The ruler was quite tall, maybe an inch taller than Yami; and like Yami, he was very slender, but had toned muscles that hid under the skin.
"You're the ruler of Balorn, right?" Yami asked.
"The same. My name is Bakura. May I inquire as to what yours is?" Bakura asked in a smooth tone that gave Yami a shrill signal of warning ringing through his mind.
"My name is…Atem," Yami replied carefully, using his surname, remembering that Balorn knew that the Trinan ruler's name was Yami. He hoped that they didn't know his appearance.
"Well Atem, do you know why you are here?" Bakura asked while taking in his captive's looks. Atem had gravity defying spikes of tri-color hair, with golden bangs that seemed to give the other freedom instead of framing his features, even though they did that as well to a certain extent. A few of the bangs also streaked up like lightning through the raven and crimson hair. Atem was tall, tan, slender, and had toned muscles like Bakura's own, except that they were slightly more visible. Letting his eyes wander up to Atem's face, Bakura noticed that he had a sharp chin and long sooty lashes that covered crimson eyes since Atem's eyes were half closed.
"Yeah, because you hurt Randalan and made him crash, thus enabling you to capture me," Yami snapped, wincing at the pain in his head.
Bakura noticed the wince and approaching Atem, looked into the pain riddled crimson eyes. "Here," Bakura said softly, pulling a root out of his pocket and offering it to Atem, "Eat this. It will ease the pain in your head for a while."
Yami looked suspicious but took the root in his mouth and ate it, making a face at the bitter flavor. After a minute, the lines of pain faded from his face. "Thanks, but I still don't like you."
Bakura scowled. "I didn't have to give you that root," he growled.
"Then why did you?"
"You remind me of my little brother Ryou. You're just as helpless and pathetic as he sometimes is," Bakura said.
"If I'm pathetic, then you're a coldhearted dick who probably can't even love or lust," Yami retorted, but was cut off by a hand grabbing his throat.
"We'll see about that," Bakura snapped and then grabbing Yami's chin, pulled the other into a bruising kiss. Yami stupidly opened his mouth as he gasped, allowing Bakura to slip his tongue past Yami's lips.
After a minute, Yami's mind snapped back to reality. Since his hands weren't free to push Bakura away, Yami turned to desperate measures. Pretending to yield to Bakura, Yami felt Bakura's tongue slip in further and then snapped his jaws shut.
Bakura yelped in pain and pulled away. "You're as tricky as a viper. I like that. I should make you my personal slave," he said grabbing hold of Yami's chin again and ran his tongue up the side of Yami's face, leaving a trail of blood and saliva. Seeing the shorter boy shudder and whimper slightly, Bakura smirked and withdrawing from the cell headed back up towards the throne room.
"You look satisfied," Baralkin stated as Bakura emerged from the hallway and started to ascend the stairs.
Bakura looked back at Baralkin. "I think I just found my new play-toy. I was starting to tire of my old one anyway," Bakura chuckled.
"I'll alert Andros to give your old slave to the army and prepare your new one for a career of service, but what if he resists and refuses?" Baralkin asked, stopping outside of the door to the throne room while swiveling an ear to listen to the party that seemed to have grown more raucous by the sounds emitting from the throne room.
Bakura thought on the possibilities of that result. "Then I'll break him and then I'll give him to the Minotaurs, or worse, the Fomorians as a pleasure toy. I'll be sure to make that option clear to him," Bakura chuckled darkly and headed back into the throne room as Baralkin nodded and trotted off to find Andros, head of the dog-men.
Later that night, Bakura carried a sleeping Ryou to bed, slightly amused. His brother certainly couldn't take his liquor that well. The party had finally broken up with Seto and Duke, being as drunk as they were, making out with each other. Usually it would be Seto and Marik being in a heated lip lock which was damn near hilarious, watching them fight for dominance of the kiss which usually ended up going raunchily father in the privacy of one of their chambers, Corrinda usually having taken them there.
Remembering Marik made Bakura sigh in loneliness. Sure there was nothing going on between him, Seto, and Marik, but thinking about Marik brought back very…interesting memories with Bakura himself being drunk enough, or occasionally sober participating in the raunchy activities.
After tucking Ryou in, Bakura headed to his own chambers, wondering if Andros had fulfilled his tasks. Entering the chambers, Bakura smirked when he saw Atem tugging furiously at his wrist shackles that were connected to a long chain that was attached to the headboard of the enormous bed.
"How's your head?" Yami heard all of a sudden. Whipping around, he glared at Bakura. "Let me go," he hissed.
Bakura merely chuckled, letting his eyes wander over Atem's body again. The outfit that Andros had clothed him in after giving Atem a bath was a loose fitting sleeveless shirt, and loose baggy pants…both made to pull off of a slave easily and quickly. "Now why would I let my new toy go?" Bakura asked mockingly, seeing Atem's eyes narrow.
"I'll never be your toy, nor will I be a slave to some egotistical ruler!" Yami shouted and lunged for Bakura, but the chain stopped him before he got too far.
Bakura grabbed Atem by the throat and forced him to his knees. "You don't want to be my slave?" he asked. Seeing Atem shake his head fiercely, Bakura sighed mockingly. "Are you sure? Because if you won't be my slave, I'll gladly tell Andros to give you to the Minotaurs or the Fomorians. I hear both groups are looking for a new sex puppet. It's your choice," Bakura said, seeing Atem pale at the groups' names.
Yami was silent for a long time. "What will you do to me?" he asked very quietly.
"Depends on if you cooperate. You could probably find pleasure beyond your imagination and very little, if any, pain if you follow and obey my every whim for I reward my slave if he does good," Bakura said, releasing Atem's throat.
"And if I disobey?"
"No pleasure, and lots of pain. I'm a master at both, so the choice is up to you ultimately should you choose to serve me."
Yami mulled it over and realized it was the only option. Bowing his head, ultimately humiliated and knowing full well that this was nothing that a ruler should be doing, he nodded.
"I can't interpret a nod," Bakura replied with a huff. After waiting another minute, he heard Atem mutter that he would serve him. Smiling, Bakura knelt in front of Yami and putting a hand under the other's chin, tilted his head so Bakura could stare into the crimson eyes.
Seeing Atem's mouth was still swollen from the earlier kiss, Bakura moved closer and gently pressed his lips against Atem's. Atem stiffened instinctively, and then relaxed and allowed Bakura to deepen the kiss. Bakura pressed his tongue gently against Atem's mouth and smirked when Atem's lips parted and let loose a small moan. "Now don't bite me," Bakura whispered before sliding his tongue into his 'slave's' mouth and exploring the sweet-tasting cavern.
Yami was surprised that he was actually enjoying himself. He had never felt like this before. Reaching up with his shackled hands, he managed to part him and Bakura long enough to drape his arms around Bakura's shoulders, the chain draping down his master's back. Entangling his fingers in Bakura's hair, Yami yielded completely to Bakura, making a mental vow to be the best-damned servant Bakura ever had.
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Yugi paced the throne room in Trina restlessly. After getting Randalan back to a nice comfortable box stall and tending to his injuries, Yugi had spent the day in the throne room pacing and contemplating ideas on how to get his brother back.
"What are you still doing up?" Honda asked with a yawn, entering the throne room.
"What do you mean?" Yugi asked.
"It's near midnight. Didn't you know?" Honda asked.
Yugi paused in his pacing and glanced out a window, raising both eyebrows at seeing pitch blackness outside. "I guess I know now," he laughed sheepishly as his stomach growled.
Honda laughed also and left, returning a minute later with food for the both of them. "You know what you have to do now, right?" Honda asked a few minutes later as he and Yugi sat on the floor eating.
"Enlighten me."
"Well, now you have to take up Yami's identity since the Balornians know his name, and play ruler till we can get him back," Honda explained.
Yugi nodded. "How can we get Yami back?" he almost whispered, amethyst eyes shining with unshed tears.
"We could use a bargain," Malik offered, appearing in the doorway.
"A bargain using what?" Yugi asked.
Malik grimaced and then steeled himself. "We…we could use my brother," he said and then faltered.
"You have a brother?" Yugi asked.
"Yes, Marik is the Balornian officer that we captured today," Malik explained. Yugi saw a twinge of pain flash through Yami's best friend's eyes.
"Why is he Balornian if he's your brother?" Honda asked.
"Well, we're twins that came from two totally different parents. Our father was Balornian, and our mother was Trinan. They didn't agree where we should live, so they split, each taking one of us. I haven't seen Marik since I was six, which was twelve years ago," Malik explained.
Yugi was moved by Malik's sacrifice to not be with his brother. "You don't mind this?" he asked.
"If it makes you happy, and it brings Yami back, I'll ignore the pain I'll feel when we're separated again," Malik said with finality.
"Thank you Malik. However, I'm not going till Rand is healed fully, and I don't see why Marik has to stay in a cell the whole time," Yugi suggested and then saw Malik grin guiltily.
"About that," he said sheepishly, "When I was guarding him, I kinda snuck him out of his cell and into my room." Expecting to be reprimanded, Malik was definitely surprised when he heard Yugi and Honda laughing.
"Typical," Honda snorted.
"Honda, that wasn't nice. Besides, if Marik or Malik were ruler, and Yami was the captive and I haven't seen him in forever, I would have done the same exact thing," Yugi pointed out, causing Malik to laugh at Honda's discomfort.
"Let me guess, I'll just have to watch him to make sure he won't escape?" Malik asked once he settled down.
"How'd you guess?" Yugi asked, surprised.
Malik looked reluctant, but under the persuading done on him by Honda, he finally blurted out, "It's what Yami would have told me to do."
Yugi flinched and decided that he might as well get used to his brother's absence. "We'll get Yami back, don't worry," he reassured both himself and Malik, earning a tired smile from the blonde.
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A week later, Yami sat in Bakura's room, thinking about his enslavement. So far, he had done everything to please Bakura that he could think of, and the Balornian leader didn't touch him other than kiss him on the lips. "I wonder why he hasn't taken me yet," he murmured, looking at his wrists. His wrists were still shackled, but they could be unlocked from the chain and each other to form two bracelets, allowing Yami total freedom of movement, like they were now.
"Because you haven't done anything extraordinary for him," a soft voice replied. Yami turned and saw someone who looked remarkably like Bakura standing in the doorway.
"Who are you?" Yami asked curiously.
"My name is Ryou, and you must be Bakura's new slave. May I ask what your name is?" the boy asked, sitting next to Yami.
"Yes…but can you keep a secret from your brother?" he asked hesitantly.
"From Bakura?" Ryou frowned in thought and then looked back over at Yami. "As long as it's nothing that will harm him," he answered.
"Very well, Bakura knows me as Atem, but that's my surname. My real name is Yami," Yami replied.
Ryou looked shocked. "But you're Trina's ruler! You'll be killed if Bakura finds out!"
"That's why I'm asking you now to forget about Yami and call me Atem. It's the only way I'll survive," Yami pressed urgently, "Please don't tell your brother?"
"I won't," Ryou promised and then, "Do you really want to be my brother's slave?"
"I don't have much of a choice, but it's weird because I, for some reason, want his affection. He's not giving me what I want though."
"What's that? Sex?" Ryou asked innocently.
Yami bowed his head, embarrassed, and nodded. Ryou started cracking up, causing him to glare at his master's little brother. "I'm sorry," Ryou said, calming down, "but like I said, you haven't done anything extraordinary for him to reward you with that."
"Well obviously since you know him better than anyone, help me out!"
Ryou whispered something in Yami's ear that he knew would definitely get Bakura to reward Yami in the way that the enslaved ruler wanted.
That evening, Bakura returned to his room, and frowned when he noticed that Atem wasn't in the room. One of Bakura's rules was that unless Atem had his permission, he had to be in the room by the time the circle part of the sun vanished completely under the horizon or else there'd be trouble. "Atem! Atem, you better be in here," he called.
Yami appeared in the doorway that led to Bakura's private bathroom. "No need to shout, I was just in here," he grumbled, going to Bakura and helping him out of his cloak and putting it away.
"And what were you doing in my bathroom?" Bakura asked after pulling Atem into a gentle kiss. Atem just smirked and tugged on Bakura's hand, leading the albino into the bathroom.
"Drawing you a bath," he replied innocently when Bakura froze in amazement. Bakura mutely nodded and allowed Atem to undress him and help him into the perfect temperature of water.
Sighing in relaxation, Bakura felt Atem kneel behind him and start washing his hair, feeling the nimble fingers gently massage his scalp. "How come you never told me you were such a good massager?" Bakura asked with a low moan as Atem rinsed his hair and started kneading his shoulders, working the tension out of them.
"You never asked," Atem replied, moving down to Bakura's back but stopped as he felt Bakura's hand close on his wrist.
"You'll pay for that little remark," Bakura growled as he pulled Atem headfirst into the pool-sized tub.
Atem surfaced and shaking his head to get his bangs out of his eyes, looked at Bakura, trying not to stare at the sculpted chest. "What was that for?"
"That was your punishment for smart-mouthing me," Bakura explained, tugging Atem over and slipping off his drenched shirt and started removing the pants.
"Please don't," Atem gasped as he felt Bakura's fingers on his waist, ready to slide the garment off.
"Don't you want to be rewarded?" Bakura asked curiously, turning Atem so that Atem was straddling his lap, Atem's legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"Not yet," Atem said, shaking his head. Bakura shrugged.
"Fine," he replied huskily, pressing Atem against himself tightly and grinding his hips, causing their lengths to rub against each other through Atem's pants. "We'll play first," he finished, hearing Atem moan in pleasure.
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